OLD PAGES 31 MONDAY, OCTOBER 10, 2005 Oh what tangled websites we mortals weave. A skypilot from California sent me these drawings I put on the website:
I stuck the skypilot rocket on top of the original rocket. This morning I got a call from Michael Manes in Columbus, Ohio. In the comics today a kid was asking his mom, how come there isn't an Akron Day, how come there isn't a Cleveland Day, how come there isn't a Cincinnatti Day, but there is a Columbus Day? I didn't get it until I went out to get the mail and didn't get any and then went to the bank and it was closed. Anyway, Michael Manes is the artist who drew the pictures. They are for an album cover by the band, Mezz Recipe. Wonder if they got the name Mezz from Mezz Mezzrow, dixieland clairanet player and friend of Louis Armstrong and other jazz musicians? The album is called Live From Moondog Studios and here is the cover as originally portrayed. My apologies to Michael and Mezz Recipe and I'm encouraging all skypilots to check out the band's websites where you can hear MP3 songs from their album. They're good.
-- Capn Skyp
© Michael ManesJust in from the band:
hey cap'n thanks for the mention on your site. please make the link to this url.
yes, Mezz is after Mezz Mezzrow.
So, what are the sky pilots???
check out our sound and let me know what ya think.(Their sound is very good, it's on both websites. As far as Mezz Mezzrow goes, he wrote a great book, Really The Blues, and all pilotheads are instructed to read it Only way you can find out what the mezz recipe really is-- Capn Skyp)
MEZZ RECIPE ON THE WEB
SUNDAY, OCTOBER 9, 2005 Capn,
I first discovered Wilfred Owen while working at Scott AFB in Illinois as
a civilian high school kid on the grounds crew and just couldn't stop reading.
The rhythm of his lines I learned he absorbed somewhat from the "sprung
rhythm" of Gerard Manley Hopkins. Who also influenced Dylan Thomas.
Before the war, Owen had some interesting jobs. One was working for a
junk shop. Sometimes his assignment would be to go in search among
flea markets for fine-looking, gilded picture frames. So the shop owner
could unload on bedazzled customers photo reproductions of old masters
he'd steamed off of calendars.
Wilfred Owen's last words were, roughly quoting if memory serves, "Don't
light that damned cigarette," to one of his men in the trenches at dawn on
the front lines seconds before he was killed by a German sniper.
Truly, if ever a poet wrote of that which he knew, Wilfred Owen was him.-- Skypilot Brian
WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 5, 2005 Wilfred Owen
Dulce Et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.
GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.Sweet and becoming it is to die for one's country.
Wilfred Owen died in WWI
TUESDAY, OCTOBER 4, 2005
Paul Krassner has a new book coming: One Hand Jerking: Reports From an Investigative Satirist-- Here's an extract from the chapter called, A Mellow Howl.
During the Beat Generation panel, Ginsberg said, "I think there was one slight shade of error in describing the Beat movement as primarly a protest movement. That was the thing that Kerouac was always complaining about. He felt the literary aspect or the spiritual aspect or the emotional aspect was not so much protest at all, but a declaration of unconditioned mind beyond protest, beyond resentment, beyond loser, beyond winner--way beyond winner--beyond winner or loser...but the basic thing that I understood and dug Jack for was unconditioned mind, negative capability, totally open mind--beyond victory or defeat. Just awareness, and that was the humor, and that's what the saving grace is. That's why there will be political aftereffects, but it doesn't have to win because having to win a revolution is like having to make a milliion dollars."
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 29, 2005
...I would like to tell a little story called "28
